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Boom! Boom! Boom! - He Nian was bombarding the body of the old man. Not long after that, all the tendons and bones in his body were broken. Even though he had an incomparably powerful soul in his body, he was still unable to move a single inch. The old man couldn't help but exclaim, "Who the hell are you? "He's actually able to cross the King's Barrier. With his perfect spirit ocean body, he'll be able to explode with strength comparable to a king's. His cultivation in the Soul Dao is actually not inferior to mine, Hua Qianduan."
"Who I am is not important. What is important is that today is the day of destruction." He Nian Bing said coldly. As she spoke, she pulled out the Soul Lock Nail from the old man's forehead.
"No!" The old man's eyes were wide open as he screamed in pain. The moment the nail was pulled out, the soul, which had been dead for more than two thousand years, instantly lost its support and floated out from the corpse.
His soul was hazy and gray. He stood on the spot with a sullen face, looking at He Dong with fear. The old man lamented, "I, Hua Qiandou, have been the supreme dao king for more than two thousand years. In the wasteland, other than the Twin Sages, no one could be a match for me. Unfortunately, I haven't stepped into the Immortal Realm in my entire life. But I can't accept it. The Two Saints can, but why can't I? Thus, fifty years before I died, I collected all sorts of forbidden soul arts. I understand that I am a new life after being revived. Now that I have stepped into the King's Realm again, I still have 800 years to live. This way, I can attempt to step into the Immortal Realm a second time. You're the one who ruined my hopes. "
At this time, Fan Wuji also crawled up, and angrily said, "You beast. Everyone can have hope, but not on the pain of others. In order to revive yourself, you killed forty-eight people who possess unique soul bodies. These people have no enmity with you, but because of their special physiques, they were killed by him, and they even imprisoned their souls in their corpses, passing through countless dark years. To them, life is better than death. "
"Stop putting on an act. Since ancient times, which expert didn't come out of a mountain of corpses and sea of bones? Do you dare to say that from the moment you stepped into the path of cultivation, you have killed less than a hundred, less than a thousand? I only killed forty-eight people. The victor is the king and the loser is the thief. It is no wonder that they died in my hands. " Hua Qiandou's soul hysterically roared.
"In my life, I have indeed killed quite a few people. However, the people I kill are either evildoers or enemies. I dare to guarantee that none of the people I've killed in the past will be innocent, and I also dare to guarantee that none of the people I'll kill in the future will be innocent. Someone like you who would kill without restraint for the sake of your own selfish desires, is the person who really deserves to be killed. " Fan Wuji coldly rebuked with a cold tone.
"What you call justice is meaningless. Justice is written by the victors. " Hua Qiandou said in a mocking tone.
"That's right. The winner was the king while the loser was the thief. Now that we've won, you have lost. " He Nian Xin replied coldly.
She immediately raised a soul tool and stabbed it towards Hua Qiandou's soul. Hua Qianduan kept shrieking miserably. Not long after, his soul had been completely dispersed by He Nian Bing's mental attacks. Hua Qianjun had completely disappeared from this world. He didn't even have a chance for reincarnation.
"Miss He is so mighty. She has already regained the strength of a king. This way, our chances of survival in the Desolate Ruins will be guaranteed." Fan Wuji laughed and said.
One had to know that the size of the Desolate Ruins was much smaller than the Hundred Kingdoms that Fan Wuji used to live in. In this place, the King's might was the highest. Perhaps only the two Chief Sovereigns of the Ruins of Immemorial were one above the King's level.
"Right now, I am only comparable to the weakest King. However, there are still twenty or so souls that have yet to be devoured. " As He Nian Bing spoke, he looked at the silver coffins, which were burning hot.
Fan Wuji sighed, "Swallowing the soul can harm the heavens and the earth. But now that these people are dead, I don't care about you anymore. I hope that you, Miss He, will stop devouring souls in the future. "
"Why do you care? "Who are you to me?" He Nian Bing's face turned cold and he choked before asking a few questions.
"As a man, you can do whatever you want. Miss He, there are many ways for us to increase our strength. It's better not to do something so outrageous. " Fan Wuji sighed as he spoke.
When He Nian Xin heard this, he smiled brightly and said, "A real man? Sorry. I'm not. I am just a little girl. "
"You? "You?!" Fan Wuji was instantly enraged. He felt indignant, but he knew that he could not change his mind. Sometimes, changing a person's mind was a hundred times more difficult than killing him.
"I'm going. Go out and see Senior Sister Hu. Swallow it yourself. " After Fan Wuji finished speaking, he swung his sleeves and walked out of the Sacred Land's maze with his sword strapped behind his back.
He had been by the teacher's side since he was young, and had read four books and five scriptures. He understood the essence of the Hundred Families. Under the teacher's tutelage, he had a very positive view and was a man brimming with a sense of justice. He really couldn't accept this. What kind of method would he have to consume a special soul body for the sake of increasing his strength?
This maze had already been completely broken by him. Before long, he had walked all the way from the depths of the maze to the edge. He gathered all the strength in his body, pushed open the gate to the Sacred Land's maze, and calmly walked out.
When he walked out, he discovered that there were a lot of tyrannical auras in the surroundings. The two grandmasters were the strongest, followed by the twenty-four Xiantian masters. Two Grandmasters. One is Sulla, the other is Barato. Mo Sang had already been killed by Fan Wuji, and these people before him were basically all the high level members of the tribe.
Hu Bing Yan was wielding a battle blade in her hand and her aura was soaring high into the sky. Her aura was as vast as the starry sky, but her face was pale as if she had suffered some sort of injury. As for Sura and Barato, they weren't able to flee for their lives, and the two of them were injured as well.
Fan Wuji looked at everything in front of him, and slowly said, "Senior Sister, Limitless has come late and made you wait."
As he spoke, Sura's complexion immediately changed. He clearly understood Fan Wuji's strength. Although Fan Wuji was not a Grandmaster, his combat power was much stronger than most Grandmasters. He was just like Hu Bingyan and was an extremely difficult character to deal with.
Seeing Fan Wuji's arrival, Hu Bingyan shook her head and smiled, "Junior has come at just the right time. These scum, relying on numbers to suppress me, make me unhappy. Since young, I have always been one to make people unhappy. Limitless, how about the two of us join hands to defeat these little scumbags? "
"Junior apprentice-sister, how could I refuse if you invited me?" Now, I have to let them understand what a extreme human being is! " Fan Wuji said clearly.